Don't ask where people go

Chapter 1242 Worry

Mrs. Fu frowned slightly, "What do you mean, Master Zhuge?"

"Does Mrs. Fu have anything to say?" Fang Zilan glanced back at Mrs. Fu and saw her frowning even more tightly, "Mrs. Shizi, what do you mean?"

"During the court trial a few days ago, assassins openly committed assassinations." Fang Zilan's expression turned cold. "Those assassins also had the same eagle pattern on their bodies."

Mrs. Fu did not speak, but the young man spoke, "This pattern is the emblem of the Dugu family in the Western Region."

"But there is no reason for the Dugu family to pay for murder." Fang Zilan stood up and looked directly at Mrs. Fu, "Whether it is in the court or in Fu's house..."

"Is Mrs. Shizi doubting our Fu family?" Mrs. Fu interrupted Fang Zilan, her face as dark as water, "There is no evidence, Mrs. Shizi is too hasty."

"If I had evidence, I'm afraid Madam and her family wouldn't be able to stand here properly..." As soon as Fang Zilan started to speak, she was stopped by Madam Fu, "Instead of being suspicious, Madam Prince, it's better to go and see how Fu Congnan is doing. "

She said, curling her lips with a half-smile, "If the Dugu family really wants to pay someone to kill someone, Fu Congnan will be the first to bear the brunt."

"If Fu Congnan dies, the Dugu family is the most suspicious." Fang Zilan looked at Mrs. Fu steadily, "I don't think the Dugu family would do such a stupid thing."

"The more impossible something seems, the more likely it is." Mrs. Fu coughed lightly, "If it is really the Dugu family's fault, what will happen to the Crown Prince's wife?"

"What Master Zhuge said is absolutely true." Master Fu was supported by others and reluctantly moved out. "I am really sorry that I have caused trouble to these two noble people today..."

"General Meng, can you stop me?" Fang Zilan ignored Mrs. Fu and looked at Meng Tingyang. He was stunned and did not react for a moment, "What?"

"Master Fu, although your injury is not serious, if you are not treated in time, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles." Fang Zilan blocked what Master Fu was saying, "I will tell Mr. Xie exactly what happened today. As for what he will do, check……"

Mrs. Fu fell to the ground, in shock. She subconsciously looked at Fang Zilan who pushed her, "Mrs. Shizi, you..."

Zhuge Yu on the side took over the conversation and said: "Mr. Xie is in charge of the trial of this case. No matter what my wife and I think, it doesn't count."

Sorry, I can't accompany you anymore.

Suddenly, as if a big hand had grabbed his heart, Fang Zilan felt her chest hurt so much that it was about to burst.

After many days, she still remembered that day in the social opera, Mo Han fell like a kite from the high platform, he said——

"Me?" Fang Zilan was stunned and said mockingly: "I'm just one of the thousands of women trapped in the back house like Madam, what can I do?"

Hearing this, Fang Zilan looked sideways, with an obvious look of inquiry in her eyes. She didn't know what Master Fu said to Zhuge Yu that could make him speak so straightforwardly.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a flash of silver light all over the sky. Before he could be stunned, he heard Fang Zilan say: "Mrs. Fu, borrow the sword and use it."

After she said that, she casually took the sword from Mrs. Fu's hand and blocked it in front of everyone.

Before she finished speaking, a cold arrow struck her. If she hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands to push Mrs. Fu away, Mrs. Fu would have lost her life immediately.

"Mo Han?" Fang Zilan called out uncertainly, and gently touched the tombstone with her fingers, as if she were touching some treasure.

So she couldn't help but leaned down and leaned against the tombstone, trying to calm down, but her face burst into tears and she couldn't help crying.

"I'm sorry..." The words that had been held in her heart for countless days and nights were finally spoken out at this moment. Amidst the crying and gasping, they were extremely weak and dissipated in the wind.

But she could never wait for a reply. Murong Qing stood not far away, watching Fang Zilan hugging the tombstone and curling up into a ball regardless of his manners. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he looked more fragile than he had ever seen before.

Finally, I look like a person with fireworks.

For some reason, he sighed in his heart, and then realized that he was actually afraid of Fang Zilan, who was so cold-hearted and ruthless.

It seems to be an empty shell, indifferent to everything, with only a breath in the chest. If it is scattered, the person will be gone.

Thinking of this, Murong Qingwu smiled to himself. He had seen off several pillowcases, and this was the first time he had been so reluctant.

Maybe it's because Fang Zilan is valuable, or maybe it's because she killed everyone but ended up with a shabby appearance, which is too similar to Prince Zhongzheng's palace. Or maybe, she is the only lady who can give herself a piece of candy as a token...

In short, he risked his life for her.

Privately deploying the Silver Armored Army, besieging the General's Mansion, sneaking away from Mushan Pass, if someone catches him in any of them, he can be grabbed and dragged to Prince Zhongzheng's Mansion to die.

But, before that, he wanted to see her alive.

Until it was getting dark and Fang Zilan almost passed out from crying, Murong Qing also stood with his legs numb, but he still stood there without moving.

Only Awan walked forward nervously and held Fang Zilan's shoulders, "Master Mo Han will not feel comfortable if he sees you like this."

"Is it okay for him to be alone... lying on the ground...?" Fang Zilan said intermittently out of breath.

Awan's heart sank, and she shouted in a low voice: "Fang Zilan, please stop crying. If you keep doing this, are you going to accompany him?"

"Not for the time being." Fang Zilan frowned tightly and covered her heart with one hand, "But Awan, I can't stop it."

"Murong Qing, that little bastard!" Awan couldn't help but cursed, and held Fang Zilan's hand a little harder, but heard her say: "It's not his fault, it was me... who wanted to come."

"But..." Awan frowned and finally asked the doubts in his heart, "How did you know that the person buried here must be Mr. Mo Han? At the New Year's social opera..."

She paused as she spoke, and her voice gradually became softer, "Master Mo Han should be buried in the Xu family..."

"Who are you?" An unhappy voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Awan's words.

The man came quickly, but when he saw Awan, he suddenly stopped and said in shock: "It's you? Why are you here..."

"Mo Yang?" Awan was stunned for a moment and said uncertainly: "Are you Young Master Mo Han's third brother?"

Mo Yang's expression turned cold, and he clearly recognized A Wan, and said coldly: "What are you doing here? And who is she?"

His eyes fell on Fang Zilan. The woman's back looked familiar, resembling the decisive and decisive Duke of Xian Yue at that time, but everyone knew that she was dead.

If it weren't for her, Mo Han wouldn't have died...

"I want to come and see Mo Han." Fang Zilan breathed a long sigh of relief and spoke slowly, "That's all."